Feira De Mangaio

Rolling tobacco, cangaia saddle
I came to sell, who wants to buy?
Corn cake, cornbread, and coconut sweet
I came to sell, who wants to buy?

Peanut brittle, rosemary, cinnamon
Kid, get out of here, let me work
Zé ran to the bird market
And flew away to every place

There was a little shop on the corner of the street
Where the mango seller would cheer up
Have a sip with roasted lambú
And look at Maria do Juá

There was a little shop on the corner of the street
Where the mango seller would cheer up
Have a sip with roasted lambú
And look at Maria do Juá

Halter for horse and bridle
I came to sell, who wants to buy?
Flour, molasses, and soursop
I came to sell, who wants to buy?

Lamp wick, clay pot
Boy, I'm leaving, I have to go back
Clear my field like an ox pulling a cart
Dragging sandals don't want to take me

Because there's an accordion player on the corner of the street
Doing embellishments for people to dance
There's Zefa de Porcina making lace
And the bellows roaring non-stop

But there's an accordion player on the corner of the street
Doing embellishments for people to dance
There's Zefa de Porcina making lace
And the bellows roaring non-stop